It took time for the drug to work its way out of her system.
Chloe Reed soon fell into a deep sleep.
The hospital was quiet, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant. A little after ten that night, her phone rang.
She startled awake and reached for it, only to see Walker Grant pick up her phone and answer.
"She’s asleep."
His deep voice was devoid of inflection. He hung up as soon as he spoke.
Chloe Reed’s eyes were still hazy. "Give me my phone," she said.
Walker didn’t. He placed it on the nightstand and said, "Go back to sleep."
Chloe Reed reached for the phone.
But he suddenly stood, lifted the covers, and slid onto the bed, pulling her into his arms as he lay on his side.
"What are you doing?! Get off! This is a single bed!" Chloe Reed said in shock, trying to push him away.
Walker held her still and closed his eyes. "You want me to sit in a chair all night? Don’t you feel sorry for me?"
Chloe let out an exasperated laugh. "You can leave. I never asked you to stay."
"Can’t do that." Walker pulled her tighter. "I’m not comfortable leaving you here alone."
His warmth enveloped her, a domineering presence that gave her no chance to resist and asked for no consent.
Chloe was completely drained of strength. His heartbeat thudded next to her ear. She turned her face away to look out the window as the familiar, bitter sorrow welled up in her eyes again.
Just then, a phone rang again.
This time, it wasn’t hers.
It was his.
Walker took out his phone and glanced at the screen. He frowned but answered anyway. "Hello?"
"Walker, Noah’s gone!"
Sunny Reed’s frantic voice came through the phone.


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